[ Clint isn't quite expecting that, and it knocks him off balance. Clint stumbles back, and it's not the kick that hurts so much as the fact that he hits the wall pretty damn hard. The pain knocks the wind out of him, and he doubles over for a second, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from making noise.
His voice is strained when he speaks, even as he's bringing up hands to defend himself, should Lutha try to get him further. ]
Lutha is taking out his anger on me. [ Clint breathes out to Tony, sounding more tired than anything. ] Might as well just let him.
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His voice is strained when he speaks, even as he's bringing up hands to defend himself, should Lutha try to get him further. ]
Lutha is taking out his anger on me. [ Clint breathes out to Tony, sounding more tired than anything. ] Might as well just let him.